>Immobile Massage

>2098
>Females have a higher average body fat
>Since the food shortages of WW3, fat has become a status symbol again
>been 50 years since the war, trend never died
>World isn't great
>People spend a lot of time in VR
>Global AI medical panel approve massive programs and basic income
>Economy was fucked for a bit due to lack of scarcity of physical goods
>Consumer index defined by essential consumption of physical items
>The more you eat, ect, the more consumer credits you're afforded
>People just got fatter
>Be massage therapist
>Essential service
>Work for company contracted for obesity-related disability
>Be massaging streamer
>Immobile, hoverchair bound
>a solid 1kish, about average for an immobile
>she's streaming a RL mukbang, even has real meats and creams for it
>tease her a little off camera
>she turns off the visual feed as I work on her body
>it goes viral, not many people are fit, or like doing physical work
>Rich e-girl hires you to massage her
>Spoiled and has everything automated and done for her
>Still craves a real touch over machines
>You arrive, greeted by swarm of drones
>Open the door
>She's massive, dominating the penthouse
>Bigger than the hovercar outside
>Overflowing a plush oversized luxury armless hoverchair
>In shimmering simulated holodress blowing in an nonexistent breeze
>She has her vr headset pulled off and she's drinking syrup from a tube
>Perfect skin a telltale sign of nanomachine health arguments
>Perky looking curves a sign of a reduced gravity zone
>Has oxygen feed to even breathe
>Still immobile
>Her tits must weigh more than you, in a huge, yet undersized hoverbra
>Getting milked, two tubes pump a steady stream of thick cream
>Belly surges past her feet and off the main chair.
>Belly supporters to not crush her legs and keep it off the floor
>Ass is huge and two mounds pile up behind her
>Bigger than any hover supports you've seen, but she's overflowing them
>Still completely pinned by herself
>She can barely see past herself
>Step inside
>Feel yourself lighten up
>She wouldn't even last in normal gravity
>Her eyes go up and down your body taking in your muscular form
>The holoclothes vanish, leaving her naked
>step into the room
>You feel lighter as you get closer
>Almost floating as reach her
>Talk to her a little, asking how she's doing.
>Her stats said she was huge, but its different in person.
>Both looking and talking down to you, panting between sentences
>A VR Diva, neural interface clearly visible coming out of her head
>Why talk when you can just think
>Ask her when the last time she actually talked was
>Not sure, her computer answers for her
>This girl isn't even 22 and hasn't had to do anything, ever
>No records of her ever walking
>Made a fortune off her stomach
>Impatiently and has the feeding tube reinserted
>Belly rumbles from the wait
>You start with a belly massage
>Oiling down the mountain of fat
>Unable to even feel anything past the feet of fat insulating her
>Reach into her folds and bellybutton
>Move to her thighs and calves, occasionally feel a little atrophied muscle to work
>Feet are like small pillows sinking into her cankles
>Likely haven't supported her weight ever, even toes are fat
>Painted perfect nails she would never see with her own eyes
>She's ticklish and you tease her a bit, all she can do is squirm her toes
>She retracts the feeding tube and tells you off
>You smile and obey, coming up to her tits, Another useless mass of fat
>Massaging them forces more milk out and she moans
>Take your time, making sure you cover everything with attention
>Her shoulders are buried in fat, arms have barely any muscle
>She can barely lift them herself, and rely on a holo display her hands rest on
>Her hands are being overtaken by her arm fat, too fat to even make a fist
>Her face is gorgeous, make up isn't a holosim, but real
>She's sweating
>Fat flushed cheeks and chins, and shiny, straight hair in a pink dyed bob
>Cute wide eyes squinting and thick lips pouting from her plush face
>You massage her nonexistent neck, hearing her neck pop
>Can she even turn her head herself?
>You run your hand down her cheek
>Her glare melts slightly
>She tries to lift an arm to bat you away, but it only shifts a few inches
>Sighs and has the tube slide back into her mouth, ice cream pouring down it this time
>You go to her back, stepping over some other tubes
>Digging into her back you manage to work what little muscle is there
>Her twin mounds of ass behind her get a rubdown too
>Glutes completely untouchable behind the feet of fat
>You ask if she was pleased with the massage
>She haughtily asks if that's all
>You smirk
>She's practically begging for this
>You reach over and grab the controls from her
>She's stunned, doesn't even register to her for few seconds.
>Skim the display
>Her Antigrav zone is overclocked at 93.2% Reduction
>Experienced weight: 1031.3lbs | 467.8 kg
>Actual weight 15,166.4lbs | 6879.4 kg
>She can't see exactly what you're doing
>Tease your cock in her oiled belly button
>She starts whining, you force the syrup tube back in her mouth
>She can't bring herself to fight it, she wasn't eating for minutes
>You have a drone hold up her belly and you start digging for her pussy
>Her fupa is the size of a mobile woman's belly
>You plunge your hand in, pulling away the toys in it.
>She's far too fat to even try to kick you away.
>You just have your way with her
>Her breathing gets faster and more ragged
>This is probably the most intense exercise than she's had in a long time
>It feels so good, she wants to moan, but keeps guzzling down the frozen sugar
>She reaches for the emergency override controls
>She's never used them before, and they were installed when she was sitting up more
>She manages to shove her arm forward
>Her fingers brush against the buttons, but she can't quite see
>An extra hard thrust sends a fatquake through her, and her arm slips back and away from it
>She can't do anything but ride the waves of pleasure running through her
>You remind her how helpless she is by lifting her belly a little more
>It it rolls back against her chest, pinning her against her assfat
>You trust harder, turning the gravity up with each pump
>You feel her finish, suffocating under her own weight.
>Let her relish in it, and lower her belly a little so she can breathe again.
>Stuff her toys back in.
>Browse menus and pay yourself.
>Leave yourself a nice tip
>Find toy commands and turn them up to the max
>Place the controls on her cleavage, making sure she can see them.
>Take a pillow and cover the emergency override with it.
>Blow her a kiss, promising you'll be back tomorrow.